Showing posts with label Meme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meme. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

One. Word. Meme.

(the perfect challenge for a man who often tries to communicate several ideas with a minimum of words. I am looking forward to this! Here goes!)

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.

Not as easy as you might think.

1. Where is your cell phone?
there

2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend?
delayed

3. Your hair?
retreating

4. Your mother?
supportive

5. Your father?
cooperative

6. Your favourite item?
ipod

7. Your dream last night?
epic

8. Your favourite drink?
potent

9. Your dream car?
Vespa

10. The room you are in?
office

11. Your ex?
human

12. Your fear?
irrelevance

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
alive

14. Who did you hang out with last night?
burlesqueteers

15. What you’re not?
boring

19. The last thing you did?
lunched

20. What are you wearing?
khaki

22. Your favourite book?
graphic

23. The last thing you ate?
pizza

24. Your life?
evolving

25. Your mood?
balanced

26. Your friends?
exceptional

27. What are you thinking about right now?
regrets

28. Your car?
donated

29. What are you doing at the moment?
procastinating

30. Your summer?
vibrant

31. Your relationship status?
fluctuating

32. What is on your tv?
garbage

33. When is the last time you laughed?
today

34. Last time you cried?
Wall-E

35. School?
tolerated

Copy.
Paste.
Answer.
Questions.

(Via
Fuzzy)

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Another Round in the Old Meme-Fueled Confessional...

Oh Snap! I just got tagged by D-dog Frymire's meme. You know me. I've never met a meme that I didn't like. Let the lame-a-thon begin!

List 5 things that certain people (who are not deserving of being your friend anyway) may consider to be "totally lame," but you are, despite the possible stigma, totally proud of. Own it. Tag 5 others:
1. Cartoon Nerdistry.
I have a very un-hip interest in comics and animation. I see Pixar films on opening weekend. I read books about comic book publishing history! One look at my office reveals my nerd pedigree. The Iron Giant is sitting on my computer terminal. The posters nearest to my desk are of Starman, Sandman Mystery Theatre and the Justice Society. I own comic book character t-shirts. And if you saddle up to me in a bar and say, "Why is Watchmen something that I should read?" I'll bore the tears out of you for hours on end. There will even come a point when I realize that you've checked out of the conversation and I can't stop. I'll keep talking about it, because I find all of that to be fascinating. I am socially retarded for comics.

2. Musical Theater Faggotry.
On my ipod, I listen to musicals. A lot. More than a healthy heterosexual man, should. "Rent", "Les Mis", "Pippin", "Jesus Christ Superstar" and if I had "Annie" and "Fiddler on the roof", I'm sure that they would be in rotation, too. (Just not "Cats". Fuck "Cats". Worst Fucking Musical Ever. Plotless, pointless, pap. Lloyd-Webber phoned that one in.)
In between my repeated listenings of "I'll cover you" and "Do You Hear The People Sing", I also listen to movie scores.
Which is why my ipod doesn't have a single song on it from the past two years. I can't be bothered to listen to contemporary music, when I could listen to some more Philip Glass.

I feel so dirty for confessing that.

3. The Reality Show Connoisseur
Survivor.
Kid Nation.
America's Funniest Home Videos.
The Daily Show.
The Colbert Report.
Mythbusters.
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition.
Ed vs Spencer.
These are the "reality shows" that I currently watch.

Airline.
The 1900 House.
The 1940 House.
The Amazing Race.
The Real World.
Road Rules.
The Surreal Life.
The Mole.
Big Brother.
Big World, Little People.
Any Show That Features Animals Attacking People.
The Osbournes.
The Joe Schmo Show.
The Next Best Thing.
Filthy Rich- Cattle Drive.
Real TV
Mtv's Fear
Punk'd
Rob & Big
Trigger Happy TV
Fear Factor
Temptation Island
Cops.
World's Wildest Police Videos.
Queer Eye For The Straight Guy.
American Chopper.
30 days.
I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!
These are the reality shows that I've either followed to the end or watched a few episodes of.

That's a terrible fucking list. I'm truly embarrassed by that.

4. The Movie Snob.
I am very, very, very particular about the movies that I will actually pay to go see.
For example, I won't pay to go see a movie that I know nothing about. Especially if there's a movie that I haven't seen, that I DO know something about, showing in the same movie theater that I'm in. That's just retarded. I'll go see the movie that I DO know something about.
Also, American movies currently produce such a wide swath of experiences from the Boring/Insulting/Stupid movies to the Brilliant/ Uplifting/ Classical Films. Why would you settle for the first category, when you can do a little research and seek out the second?
I also won't go see Teen Romances, Most Romantic Comedies, Any Horror/Slasher Flick, And Anything that Russel Crowe is in. I fucking hate that guy.
Some people don't understand this personality trait. Some people outright hate it. But it's just how I'm wired. I won't go see a shitty movie. Or a movie that even might be shitty. I can't spend my $8 that way.

5. The Anti-Shellfish Position.
I hate lobster, crabs, shrimp, prawns and anything else that has an exo-skeleton that I must suck the muscle and sinews out of, to get to the edible meat. I am adverse to eating bugs for the same reason. Shellfish are just the bugs of the ocean.
Think about THAT, you Crustacean Lovers.
Maybe I'm missing out on some divine, garlic-butter fueled culinary experience du triumph, but that's my rule and I'm sticking with it.
No Shellfish for this guy.

Well, that's my Lame Fucking Meme. 5 things that YOU might think are lame (and I might secretly think are lame too), but ostensibly might be proud of.

Herein is the section where I tag 5 other bloggers who can fill out this meme for themselves.
Jady, Madge Hixx (nee Eiberger), Schlobo, Fuzzy, and Team Power-Love! Get to it, jerks!

Cheers,
Mr.B




What's lamer? The All Blue Outfit that I was rocking on that day.
Or how happy I am to be posing next to a Gotham Police Cruiser?

Friday, June 08, 2007

Behold! My Meme!

My good buddy Michael Brownlee has tagged me to continue a meme that he, in turn, got from Don Hall. It's like some sort of literary STD that we're all passing around and frankly, I love it. So, I will furiously beat my chest, sound my barbaric yawp and then spooge out an invite to seven other "lucky" bloggers.

I am required to reprint the following text and then comply with it's instructions.
Observe!

"Bloggers must post these rules and provide eight random facts about themselves. In the post, the tagged blogger tags eight other bloggers and notifies them that they've been tagged."

Gaze With Wonderment at Eight Things That You Previously Did Not Know About (THE CHILDHOOD VERSION OF) Me!

ITEM #1: In middle school, I collected up the tiny squeeze tubes of camoflage face paint that came with G.I.Joe figures and would paint my face up, dress in military camo, sneak out of my basement bedroom and "run missions" with the other kids in our neighborhood. The missions would consist of climbing to the roof of the local McDonalds and watching cars drive by on the street. It felt much, much more dangerous than it actually was.

ITEM #2: At the age of 5 or 6, I wandered away from my mom at the Kentucky State Fair. She was in a panic, looking for me, when she heard my voice coming from the mainstage where a country music band was performing the theme to "The Dukes of Hazzard" (a show that I loved). I'd wandered through the crowd, and climbed up to the stage to sing. The lead singer put his cowboy hat on me and sang the chorus parts with me. After the song, the audience applauded me (or so I've been told) and my mom took me back and kept a much, much tighter watch over me.

ITEM #3: I got a gig as a wee, little boy, as the "basketball boy" for the University of Louisville, through my mom's contacts with the local Jaycees. The idea was, the "basketball boy" sat ON THE COURT during a UofL game and when they warmed up before the game, would send the extra balls out to them and then collect them up afterwards and store them at the side of the court. In exchange for this little bit of work, I got to sit on the floor of the court during the actual game and wear a UofL sweatshirt, WHICH I GOT TO KEEP!
I did my job at the beginning of the game and then took my seat at the side of the court. I waved at my mom and granddad in the stands and then sat back down. And got terribly terribly bored. I was not then, and am not now, particularly interested in sports.
Instead of watching the game, I pursued another goal. Behind me was the group of newspaper photographers who took pictures for the paper. I spent he rest of the game, slowly repositioning myself on the sidelines to be between the photographers and the action of the game, sliding back and forth on the sidelines. I thought, "I am going to be in the paper!"
Years later, I realized that I must've ruined nearly every shot those guys got, with my tireless mugging.

ITEM #4:
I was a Boy Scout. But not a particularly good one. I never got higher than 2nd Class. One rank above Tenderfoot. And I got promoted because I'd been a Tenderfoot for way, way too long.
But I did love camping and visiting strange new places (my first trip to Chicago was with the BSA). I loved competing in the contests and cooking and setting up camp and exploring.
I just wasn't that big into collecting badges.

ITEM #5:
Somewhere at my dads house, there's a picture of me taken in 1983. When I was eight. Looking as cool as I possibly could, in my parachute pants and multiple headbands. I am wearing a sleevless t-shirt. And have headbands on my head, both wrists, my bicep and one of my knees. I am looking as cool as I possibly can, leaning back on a record player console and a wicker chair.
My fly is also down and you can clearly see that I wearing bright red, "The Flash" style underoos in the picture.
It's one of the most popular pics to pass around on holidays.

ITEM #5:
Once, in the throes of wild, uncontrollable puberty, I masturbated in the bathroom of a funeral parlor. Afterwards, I walked around openly weeping because I was sure that it must've been a mortal sin and that I was going to Hell for it. My family thought I was sad because some long, lost, distant grand-aunt had died. They hugged me and openly consoled me in my grief. Which made it worse, because I couldn't tell them why I was really crying.

ITEM #6:
I blamed it on a neighborhood kid, but it was really me who loaded up my great-grandmothers flowerbox with firecrackers and blew them all to Hell. I wanted to see if they would fly up into the air when they blew up (like in cartoons). They actually did just that.
But when the destruction made my great-grandmother hoppin' ass mad, I blamed it on a neighborhood kid. She never let that kid come back over, ever again, after that. I never told her the truth. I didn't want to be banished from the house.

ITEM #7:
For one whole summer, I was a notorious toy shoplifter from the Target near my grandmothers house. I probably got away with nearly $100 in GIJoes, in the summer of 1989. (I know it was 89, because we stole Batman:The Movie toys too.) I learned how to do it, from a buddy, David, who said that he'd been doing it for years.
Eventually, we were caught by the store detectives, who chased us out of the store, on foot. We ran through the parking lot, being chased by a guy in a station wagon, with ORANGE and GREEN police lights on his car. (Orange and Green? Seriously?)
I got cornered behind a dumpster and dumped the loot before I got dragged over to the station wagon. The security guard didn't even bother to get out of the station wagon. He threatened to send me to jail if I ever set foot in that Target, again. Then, he let me go.
And so, I didn't go back to that Target for nearly two years. When my dad went shopping there, I would stay and bake out in the hot car, waiting for him. He never knew why.

ITEM #8:
For nearly a year, in high school, I was convinced that I was going to grow up to be a youth minister. Right up until I discovered that there was no God. My two best friends both grew up and are both currently employed in the administration of their local churchs.

Now, I Will Demand Corresponding Memes from the following bloggers:
Crescent, Margaret, Matt, Ted, Sammy, Louie, Jeff and Elizabeth!
Look for your notifying emails soon!

This concludes my Meme!
END OF LINE.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Bilal's Viral Interview Meme: Inside Mr.B! UPDATED!

Bilal Dardai, a good and righteous man, started this particular virus going around and I just caught it! He passed it to Fuzzy Gerdes and then Don Hall and I got it from Don. Now, YOU can get it from me or Don or whoever. Doesn't matter where you got it, as long as you got it. The important thing is to just "get it".

Here's Bilal's original instructions for how this works...

Rules are as follows: You comment on this entry requesting an interview. I respond with five questions. The questions will theoretically be tailored to you based on what I know of you (or want to know). You copy and paste those questions into your own journal, and write the answers, along with these rules. Anyone wanting an interview from you continues the game by requesting an interview from you.

Don Hall came up with these 5 questions for me. I dig 'em. Good questions. I'll answer them all as well as I can. With a minimum of bits. Here goes!

1) You get to create one more show before you die. What's the show?
Give me The Goodman Stage for 3 or 4 years, an unlimited budget for staging and I will give the world a Staged performance of the Complete Sandman series by Neil Gaiman, covering every issue in digestible nuggets, with the visual spectacle to dazzle the audience. Gaimans words. My designs and staging, would be an unquestionable success.

2) You have the opportunity to 'download' one specific skillset (ala The Matrix) and retain it for six weeks, at which point you lose all retention of the skill. What skill do you download and what do you do with it?
I am really interested in "Parkour" lately. Parkour is the method by which one uses their entire body to run, jump, leap and bound across the cityscape. Leaping, sliding, swinging, flipping and dodging. It's also called "Free Running" and is basically the idea of crossing the urban landscape, passing the obstacles as cleanly and as efficiently as possible.
Remember the Opening Chase Sequence of Casino Royale? Yeah, well, the dude with the effed up face, that Bond is chasing, is Sebastien Foucan, who practices "Parkour" in France. One of the innovators of Free Running.
I'd like to be that graceful, that relentless, that fast, that unstoppable. That's how I move in my dreams. That's how the "inner me" moves. It would be cool if the "outer me" moved that way too.
Also, I answered this with the assumption that Flight wasn't a possibility. You know, because of gravity and whatnot, but if Flight were a possible 6 week download, I'd take that in a heartbeat. I would love to be able to fly around this lovely, lovely city.

3) If you were made up of only edible ingredients, what recipe cooks up some Biddle?
Take a big hank of beef, and drop it into a vat of beef seasoning for 12 years or so. Let it THOROUGHLY soak up the seasoning. Remove the meat and bake it in an oven, until the edges are crispy. The meat will be tough to chew, but full of flavor and will absolutely leave you filled, after an eating.
Additionally, serve with wine or beer. Lots of it.

4) What would it take to make your worst enemy your best friend?
Time, Distance, Vulnerability and Respect.
Time to forget whatever made him (or her) my enemy. Or at least enough time to "care about it less".
Distance from them to let the Time do it's work.
Vulnerability tells me that the other person is genuinely interested in resolving the issue and that they trust me enough not to tear them to shreds for showing their vulnerability. I would take that Trust pretty seriously.
Respect. If someone wants it from me, the first move, is to give it to me. And Respect isn't the same as Admiration.

5) In the movie of your life, is it a comedy, tragedy, dramady? Who plays you? Who plays your parents?
Oh, great question. Who HASN'T ever thought, "man, my life is JUST LIKE a movie." I've never cast the movie before. So, this will be a nice challenge.
I think that my life would be a comedy with dramatic moments. Something alone the lines of "The Royal Tennenbaums" alternating the fun stuff with the heavy stuff without actually becoming heavy, itself. In fact, I'd like my biopic to be directed by Wes Anderson.
For my mom, I see Meryl Streep. She can convey the sense of humor and the quiet emotions, when she divorces young and raises a boy all by herself. She's sweet and still pretty, despite the years. A good woman.
For my dad, I would hav eto cast some unknown stage actor. There aren't many actors who accurately convey my dad's quiet intelligence and his gentle nature. Dads just aren't cast that way, normally, in modern media.
Young me, would be played by the kid who played Nicholas on "Eight is Enough". Adam Swift or something like that. His look and demeanor in that show was pretty dead on who I was, at that age.
High School Me would be played by "Terminator2" era Edward Furlong. Dark, hurt eyes, skater-haircut and his very clear discomfort with anything other than anger.
College Age Me would be played by "SNL-era" Bill Murray. Lots of slouching and smartass comments. The guy who came onto girls in such a self-consciously casual way, that it disarmed them. Beloved by the very teachers who were failing him for his absences and lack of interest.
Moved-to-Chicago Me would be played by Current Era Dan Aykroyd, who would spend the last twenty minutes of the movie in his underwear, pinching his belly fat in disbelief and horror, saying nothing.
So, a bit of a bummer ending on what has otherwise been a fun, light piece.

Well, those are my answers to MY questions. Now it's your chance, in the comments section below, to ask for an "interview" from me and get 5 questions from me. You can post the answers over on your own blog or leave them in the comments section below (if you don't have a blog or don't want one). Obviously the questions that I give will reflect how well I know you. I won't, of course, be able to devise questions for anonymous commentors. So, weigh your need for anonymity against your desire to participate.

(In my opinion, participation always wins. Always.)

Get up on this!

Cheers,
Mr.B



EDITED TO ADD:

Fuzzy Gerdes posted my questions over on FuzzyCo. I will answer them here. I'll include my answers to other questions here, as well. In this postscript.

1. Cats or dogs?
Dogs.
2. Fries or mashed?
Fries.
3. Springstein or Joel?
Joel.
4. Denver or Florida*?
Denver.
5. Trick or treat?
Trick.

* aka mountains or the sea?

Ha! That was hilarious.

Now for Erica's Interview...

1. You have the ability to turn anyone or anything into a robot so you could enjoy their company for the rest of your years, who would it be? (note--not clunky like a robot, it would be like nothing changed about them, so I suppose more like an android.)
I'm glad you clarified. Because if I could turn anyone into a big, clumsy, clunky robot, the obvious choice would be Hendo. Just because his frustration would be funny to me.
Now that I know that it's meant to be a more human android type, I choose my dad. I miss him, terribly, somedays. And I he's such a gentle, calming influence in my life. Losing him, someday, is going to hurt. Badly. This robot deal will be a nice way to get around that.


2. Is there a moment in your life that from that point forward you knew everything was going to be different?

Honestly, my first El train ride in Chicago. In October, 2000. From the Jarvis stop to some other red line stop to get burgers at Moody's. The day after I moved here. Just watching the building go by as we raced through the city (My first el train ride anywhere ever) and I knew that this was going to be great.
I could not have anticipated then, that I would run into you fine people.

3. With absolutely no limitations of any kind (physical, mental, etc.) which job would you choose for yourself?
Easy. A writer. I wish I got paid to write clever or funny things. But I have no idea how to make that happen. So, I'm trying anything that comes up. Perhaps I'll happily stumble into that gig, by sheer determination.


4. If someone was buying you a round trip ticket to anywhere in the world, where would it be and what would you do there?

I think that I'd like to see the Northern Lights before I die. And have crazy, wild sex with some pretty lass up in some cabin, in the woods. So, Alaska. For sex and atmospheric conditions.


5. You become a guru to people in future generations. What do they admire/ study that you represent(ed)?

Wow. Goodness. I've never tried the Guru hat on, before. I cant imagine what people will actually try to take from having known me. Maybe, "lock up your daughters". But if I were able to actually choose what they got from me, it would be this, "Always ask WHY DO WE DO THAT about anything that anyone tells you to do. If everyone did that, then the methods by which we perform our artform would be under constant evaluation. And I tend to think that would be a good thing. Old, weaker ideas die out. Strong, stable ideas stick around and are built on. But that process begins by asking, Why?"

Great questions, Erica! Thanks for asking those!

Cheers,
Mr.B